Quotes from Charles Bukowski

Ky është problemi me pijen, mendova, derisa po i mbushja vetes një gotë. Nëse ndodh diçka e keqe ju pini në përpjekje për ta harruar, në qoftë se ndodh diçka e mirë ju pini me qëllim për ta festuar, dhe në qoftë se nuk ndodh asgjë pini për të bërë diçka të ndodhë.

Nothing against the law ever cease to exist.

What are they thinking? We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

Just living until you die is hard work, I said

miracle I have just listened to this symphony which Mozart dashed off in one day and it had enough wild and crazy joy to last forever, whatever forever is Mozart came as close as possible to that.

People always talked about the good clean smell of fresh sweat. They had to make excuses for it. They never talked about the good clean smell of fresh shit. There was nothing really as glorious as a good beer shit - I mean after drinking twenty or twenty-five beers the night before. The odor of a beer shit like that spread all around and stayed for a good hour-and-a-half. It made you realize that you were really alive.

we are all voluntary members of a concentration camp.

Daddy,' my mother asked, 'aren't we going to run out of gas?' No there's plenty of god-damned gas.' Where are we going?' I'm going to get some god-damed oranges!

She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.

The girls looked good from a distance, the sun shining through their dresses, their hair. But get up close and listen to their minds running out of their mouths, you felt like digging in under a hill and hiding out with a tommy-gun.

my poems are only bits of scratching on the floor of a cage.

the libraries are filled with thousands of books of knowledge, great music sits inside the nearby radio and I am sleepy in the afternoon, I have this tomb within myself that says, ah, let the others do it, let them win, let me sleep, wisdom is in the dark

You're all there, she said. What do you mean? I mean, I never met a man like you. Oh, yeah? The others are only ten percent there or twenty percent, you're all there, all of you is very there, it's so different. I don't know anything about it. You're a hooker, you can hook women.

I avoided any direct reference to Jews and Blacks, who had never given me any trouble. All my trouble had come from white gentiles.

I sat back down and poured a glass of wine. I left my door open. The moonlight came in with the sounds of the city: juke boxes, automobiles, curses, dogs barking, radios . . . We were all in it together. We were all in one big shit pot together. There was no escape. We were all going to be flushed away.

I suppose that at last like the average man: I've known too many women and instead of thinking, I wonder who's fucking her now? I think she's giving some other poor son of a bitch much trouble right now.

Too many women have gone through. I am at last alone without being alone.

it's almost entirely waste. regret is mostly caused by not having done anything. the mind barks like a dog.

There is a blue bird in my heart that wants to get out.

I make her leave on her stockings and high heels. I am a freak. I cannot bear the human being in present state, I must be fooled. the psychiatrists must have a word for it, and I have a word for the psychiatrists.

why it's so hard to go crazy— if you're not already crazy

Zircoff, I said, put the tomatoes away. Piss, he said, I wish they were hand grenades.

I hope that I never become a vogue. A vogue is damned and doomed forever.

It made me feel good to write about the Baron. A man needed somebody. There wasn't anybody around, so you had to make up somebody, make him up to be like a man should be. It wasn't make- believe or cheating. The other way was make-believe and cheating: living your life without a man like him around.